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The group headed over to a small lodging house by Faneuil Hall. They headed upstairs and were greeted by a rather tall, good looking, well built kid.
"Hi. I'm Crunchy. Which one of you'se is da leada?" Both Spot and Jack stepped up.
"Dis heah is Jacky-boy, leada of the Manhattan newsies. I'm da leada of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon, maybe you'se hoid of me?" asked Spot egotistically.
"No, can't say that I have," replied Crunchy. The New York newsies all had a good laugh at this one because Spot face of so red that you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.
"Hopefully that'll shrink Spot's ego," joked Race, while a livid Spot shut him up with his fist.
"Well then, I see that your boys are a feisty bunch. That's good, that's real good," said Crunchy.
"Ya well, who can blame us? We've been sitting on a stupid train for two days and just found out that you guys are soaking the scabs. You shouldn't do that!" exclaimed Davey while the New York newsies rolled their eyes because they knew what was coming up, "if you beat up every scab you see then your just going to get a bad name, and that is exactly what those bummers want you to do. If you do that then they have an excuse not to lower the prices!"
"Allow me to introduce our very own walkin mouth, Davey. He was some of da brains behind our operation," said Jack before Davey could say too much more, "and dis is Racetrack, Mush, and Kid Blink. We're heah to help and so it might be a good idea if you'se guys listened to what we have to say, us being veterans and all."
"Sure thing," said Crunchy with a roll of his eyes, "But we gotta beat da scabs, I mean dey are selln da papes, and getting paid ten bucks a day for it! We gotta defend our right! Isn't that what you'se guys did?"
"Yea dats what we did. But we didn't have to resort to violence to win," answered Jack.
"Hey Crunchy, you really tink we should be listening to a bunch of street rats like dese guys? I mean dey haven't even seen da guys we'ah up against yet!" said someone from the shadows.
"Hell ya! We went up against da biggest bastards in New York and beat da crap outta dem! You'se gotta be a fuckin idiot not to listen to us!" shouted Spot, demonstrating the kind of person he is known to be. Out of the shadows came some more newsies. This got a huge reaction from the New York boys because most of them, well all of them, were wearing skirts.
"Oh heya Randy! I forgot ta introduce you'se goils! These dames helped me out when I foist heard of da price raise and even recommended you'se guys to me." said Crunchy, "Dis is Avery, Brains, Skills, and Random, Randy for short." At this introduction Randy winked one of her gorgeous brown eyes.
"What? You guys never seen a girl newsie befoah?" laughed Skills as she tossed her curly brown hair.
"It's just.well.that goil newsies ah neva really leadas in New York," replied an astonished Mush, looking as innocent and naive as we all love.
"Hey honey, I got news for you. Boston is way different dan New York. Here we goils can make a difference, and we are not treated differently dan da guys," retorted an angered Avery, her blue eyes blazing.
"Well not that much differently," said a meek Ducky.
"Duck, ya gotta learn when ta shut youah huge mouth. Someday, talkin too much is gonna get you in big trouble," said Brians. Jack looked at his friends, who all looked as confused as he did.
"Hey uhhh.guys.goils.people," Jack managed, "me an' da uddahs need to have a meetin. We'll be right back." The small group retreated to a small corner of the lodging house away from all the Bostonian newsies.
"Jacky-boy, what's dis all 'bout? Goil newsies? I don't like dis. I mean I cioitenly don't mind goil newsies, they like ta play rough, heh, but do you really tink dat dey can handle the responsibilities of being leadahs?" asked Spot.
"Well, I guess if Spot Conlon can 'handle the responsibilities', den a few goils will have no problem whatsoever!" joked Race. That was all Spot's short temper could handle. He had whipped out his cane so fast you could hear it, got up and was already halfway over to Race before Jack could say, "Guys! Calm down! I guess we just gotta believe dat Crunchy made da right choice in naming dese goils as his *cough* second men."
"Crunchy.who would choose that fuckin name as dere newsie name?" muttered Race under his breath.
"Jack, what if dere just fooling wit us? I mean do you really tink dat people would put up wid goils as dere leaders?" asked Mush.
"Hey guys, that's just a risk we're going to have to take. I mean, all newsies can't be like us," put in Davey.
"Aww...Davey shut yer trap," groaned Blink.
"Common guys, let's head back, and at least pretend that we agree wid dere decision, ok?" requested Jack. The rest of the group simply nodded their heads as they headed back to the others.
"So youse guys ready to learn bout dis heah strike dat you're gonna help us win?" asked Skills.
"Ya, we'ah ready sweetheaht," winked Blink, while Skills shot him a murderous look.
"Ok, here you go. The owners of the Herald heard about your little strike in New York and thought that it would be a good idea to raise the prices of OUR newspapers. They assumed that we wouldn't be as smart as you guys and strike," said Brains.
"It's taken us three weeks to get all of Boston united to go against the big shots, but we finally did it." added Avery. "All except for Problem's newsies. And dere da ones dat we need if we're gonna win dis ting," notified Random.
"Ok then, tamorrow aftah school, we'll head ovah to Problem's territory," said Crunchy
"Wait, school? I thought I was the only one who had to attend school! Wow, that's cool," said an astonished Davey.
"Ya school, and don't rub it in. None of us like it, but the city requires at least three weeks of school, so we'se getting it ovah wid now, during da strike. I mean it's not like we're selling any papes or anything, right?'' replied Crunchy.
"Ok, so meet back here at 12:30 and we'll take you'se guys to a place to eat befoah we head ovah to Problem's place. Oh and lemme warn you, she's a little temperamental sometimes, so don't rub her da wrong way," warned Random. Avery showed the guys over to a few empty bunks and said goodnight.
"Hey Jacky-boy, did Random say dat Problems was a...goil?" asked Spot after a few moments of silence.
"Shut up and go to sleep. We'll worry about it tamorrow." **** **** **** **** The next day Jack woke up to the bitter morning air. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he realized someone was calling him. "Morning Jack, Crunchy wants to see you. He's in his room upstairs," said Skills.
"Yea, sure. Tell him I'll be right deah."
"Sure thing. Oh and the bathroom is right over deah if you'se needs to freshen up a little," Jack got dressed and took a quick shower before he headed up to Crunchy's room.
"Seems like every leada has dere own room 'cept for me. I gotta talk to Kloppman when I get back," muttered Jack to himself.
"Sure took you long enough, Cowboy," said Crunchy as soon as Jack entered the room, "Have a seat."
"How'd you know my name was Cowboy?"
"My own little boidies told me. Now I just need to tell you'se a few tings befoah I head out ta school, and don't you interrupt me until I'm done, ok? Foist ting, your boys can help demselves to anyting dey want from our place. Dere ain't much, but if it'll help, you're welcome to it. Second, I'm gonna leave some of da goils here wid you. Dey already got dere schooling done wid earlier so dey can be your guides to Boston. Toid, you'se guys gotta respect my goils." At this Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Crunchy cut him off, "Now I know what you're gonna say, dat you do respect dem, but you'd be lying. If deres one ting I hate more dan scabbers is a liar, and I know you're not a liar. My goils are as tough as any of da boys dat come through does doors, and dat includes your boys. I don't want any of my goils complaining dat dey were treated like a couple of hoity-toities. Maybe some people don't think that goils can be a leadah, but I know I made the right decision. Now, if there's nothing else you wanna discuss, I suggest that you get back to bed," Jack nodded as he stood up and walked out the door. "Treat the goils as equals? Respect them? Is that possible?" thoughts like this wandered in and out of his mind as he drifted back to sleep.
The group headed over to a small lodging house by Faneuil Hall. They headed upstairs and were greeted by a rather tall, good looking, well built kid.
"Hi. I'm Crunchy. Which one of you'se is da leada?" Both Spot and Jack stepped up.
"Dis heah is Jacky-boy, leada of the Manhattan newsies. I'm da leada of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon, maybe you'se hoid of me?" asked Spot egotistically.
"No, can't say that I have," replied Crunchy. The New York newsies all had a good laugh at this one because Spot face of so red that you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.
"Hopefully that'll shrink Spot's ego," joked Race, while a livid Spot shut him up with his fist.
"Well then, I see that your boys are a feisty bunch. That's good, that's real good," said Crunchy.
"Ya well, who can blame us? We've been sitting on a stupid train for two days and just found out that you guys are soaking the scabs. You shouldn't do that!" exclaimed Davey while the New York newsies rolled their eyes because they knew what was coming up, "if you beat up every scab you see then your just going to get a bad name, and that is exactly what those bummers want you to do. If you do that then they have an excuse not to lower the prices!"
"Allow me to introduce our very own walkin mouth, Davey. He was some of da brains behind our operation," said Jack before Davey could say too much more, "and dis is Racetrack, Mush, and Kid Blink. We're heah to help and so it might be a good idea if you'se guys listened to what we have to say, us being veterans and all."
"Sure thing," said Crunchy with a roll of his eyes, "But we gotta beat da scabs, I mean dey are selln da papes, and getting paid ten bucks a day for it! We gotta defend our right! Isn't that what you'se guys did?"
"Yea dats what we did. But we didn't have to resort to violence to win," answered Jack.
"Hey Crunchy, you really tink we should be listening to a bunch of street rats like dese guys? I mean dey haven't even seen da guys we'ah up against yet!" said someone from the shadows.
"Hell ya! We went up against da biggest bastards in New York and beat da crap outta dem! You'se gotta be a fuckin idiot not to listen to us!" shouted Spot, demonstrating the kind of person he is known to be. Out of the shadows came some more newsies. This got a huge reaction from the New York boys because most of them, well all of them, were wearing skirts.
"Oh heya Randy! I forgot ta introduce you'se goils! These dames helped me out when I foist heard of da price raise and even recommended you'se guys to me." said Crunchy, "Dis is Avery, Brains, Skills, and Random, Randy for short." At this introduction Randy winked one of her gorgeous brown eyes.
"What? You guys never seen a girl newsie befoah?" laughed Skills as she tossed her curly brown hair.
"It's just.well.that goil newsies ah neva really leadas in New York," replied an astonished Mush, looking as innocent and naive as we all love.
"Hey honey, I got news for you. Boston is way different dan New York. Here we goils can make a difference, and we are not treated differently dan da guys," retorted an angered Avery, her blue eyes blazing.
"Well not that much differently," said a meek Ducky.
"Duck, ya gotta learn when ta shut youah huge mouth. Someday, talkin too much is gonna get you in big trouble," said Brians. Jack looked at his friends, who all looked as confused as he did.
"Hey uhhh.guys.goils.people," Jack managed, "me an' da uddahs need to have a meetin. We'll be right back." The small group retreated to a small corner of the lodging house away from all the Bostonian newsies.
"Jacky-boy, what's dis all 'bout? Goil newsies? I don't like dis. I mean I cioitenly don't mind goil newsies, they like ta play rough, heh, but do you really tink dat dey can handle the responsibilities of being leadahs?" asked Spot.
"Well, I guess if Spot Conlon can 'handle the responsibilities', den a few goils will have no problem whatsoever!" joked Race. That was all Spot's short temper could handle. He had whipped out his cane so fast you could hear it, got up and was already halfway over to Race before Jack could say, "Guys! Calm down! I guess we just gotta believe dat Crunchy made da right choice in naming dese goils as his *cough* second men."
"Crunchy.who would choose that fuckin name as dere newsie name?" muttered Race under his breath.
"Jack, what if dere just fooling wit us? I mean do you really tink dat people would put up wid goils as dere leaders?" asked Mush.
"Hey guys, that's just a risk we're going to have to take. I mean, all newsies can't be like us," put in Davey.
"Aww...Davey shut yer trap," groaned Blink.
"Common guys, let's head back, and at least pretend that we agree wid dere decision, ok?" requested Jack. The rest of the group simply nodded their heads as they headed back to the others.
"So youse guys ready to learn bout dis heah strike dat you're gonna help us win?" asked Skills.
"Ya, we'ah ready sweetheaht," winked Blink, while Skills shot him a murderous look.
"Ok, here you go. The owners of the Herald heard about your little strike in New York and thought that it would be a good idea to raise the prices of OUR newspapers. They assumed that we wouldn't be as smart as you guys and strike," said Brains.
"It's taken us three weeks to get all of Boston united to go against the big shots, but we finally did it." added Avery. "All except for Problem's newsies. And dere da ones dat we need if we're gonna win dis ting," notified Random.
"Ok then, tamorrow aftah school, we'll head ovah to Problem's territory," said Crunchy
"Wait, school? I thought I was the only one who had to attend school! Wow, that's cool," said an astonished Davey.
"Ya school, and don't rub it in. None of us like it, but the city requires at least three weeks of school, so we'se getting it ovah wid now, during da strike. I mean it's not like we're selling any papes or anything, right?'' replied Crunchy.
"Ok, so meet back here at 12:30 and we'll take you'se guys to a place to eat befoah we head ovah to Problem's place. Oh and lemme warn you, she's a little temperamental sometimes, so don't rub her da wrong way," warned Random. Avery showed the guys over to a few empty bunks and said goodnight.
"Hey Jacky-boy, did Random say dat Problems was a...goil?" asked Spot after a few moments of silence.
"Shut up and go to sleep. We'll worry about it tamorrow." **** **** **** **** The next day Jack woke up to the bitter morning air. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he realized someone was calling him. "Morning Jack, Crunchy wants to see you. He's in his room upstairs," said Skills.
"Yea, sure. Tell him I'll be right deah."
"Sure thing. Oh and the bathroom is right over deah if you'se needs to freshen up a little," Jack got dressed and took a quick shower before he headed up to Crunchy's room.
"Seems like every leada has dere own room 'cept for me. I gotta talk to Kloppman when I get back," muttered Jack to himself.
"Sure took you long enough, Cowboy," said Crunchy as soon as Jack entered the room, "Have a seat."
"How'd you know my name was Cowboy?"
"My own little boidies told me. Now I just need to tell you'se a few tings befoah I head out ta school, and don't you interrupt me until I'm done, ok? Foist ting, your boys can help demselves to anyting dey want from our place. Dere ain't much, but if it'll help, you're welcome to it. Second, I'm gonna leave some of da goils here wid you. Dey already got dere schooling done wid earlier so dey can be your guides to Boston. Toid, you'se guys gotta respect my goils." At this Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Crunchy cut him off, "Now I know what you're gonna say, dat you do respect dem, but you'd be lying. If deres one ting I hate more dan scabbers is a liar, and I know you're not a liar. My goils are as tough as any of da boys dat come through does doors, and dat includes your boys. I don't want any of my goils complaining dat dey were treated like a couple of hoity-toities. Maybe some people don't think that goils can be a leadah, but I know I made the right decision. Now, if there's nothing else you wanna discuss, I suggest that you get back to bed," Jack nodded as he stood up and walked out the door. "Treat the goils as equals? Respect them? Is that possible?" thoughts like this wandered in and out of his mind as he drifted back to sleep.